dino666

if you missed the short story in the new yorker a couple weeks ago called 'the last words on earth' here's the link. you shouldn't let this slip by without reading it.

the last words on earth

sources say...

a labor source tells CNN, "there wasn't the enthusiasm for dick."

...and yet i've heard the contrary.

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conservatives, liberals, and underwhelming hypocrisy

on the one hand, i was a little disappointed to hear john kerry say, "there are two ways you can have lower prescription drug prices. one is to hire rush limbaugh's maid. the other is to elect me president." i loathe limbaugh, his rhetoric, and his ideas, but i consider his drug problem a disease rather than a laughable matter....
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two rentals and a to-read list

i recently rented two movies - solaris and the shape of things. i was pleasantly surprised by solaris. i liked the tone, the pace, the story and the themes. as for the shape of things, i was rather disappointed. i don't know what i was expecting. i'm always disappointed by neil labute films. i'm not quite sure why he...
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the playoffs

baseball is heartbreak and misery, unless, of course, you're a yankees fan. as for marlin fans, they're just a bunch of fair weather fuckers who wouldn't know the difference between the world series trophy and a home depot lighting fixture.

regarding "america's wish," to see a world series between the incapable and the unlucky [cubs and red sox]... hell has yet to freeze...
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testing...

october has been an unkind month.

1. ugly workload
2. giants' playoff implosion
3. guv'nor schwarzeneggar.

i need a new mantra.

"all that is solid melts into air, all that is holy is profaned, and man is at last compelled to face with sober senses his real condition of life and his relations with his kind."

--from someone much smarter than me, but he's dead, so that's why it's in my journal.

congratulations to the giants for clinching the NL west.

...the greatest difficulty lies in
getting one's intellect to explain
what one's intuition alreadly knows.

--Kitching.

fuckin cough.
fuckin fever.
fuckin sore throat.
FUCKIN CAR ALARM! a 20 minute cacophony of incessant whistles, sirens, and horns. somebody steal that piece of shit already.

jean-paul sartre is sitting in a cafe when a waiter approaches him. "can i get you something to drink, m. sartre?" sartre replies, "yes, i'd like a cup of coffee with sugar, but no cream." nodding in agreement, the waiter walks off. a moment later, the waiter returns and says, "i'm sorry, m. sartre, but we're all out of cream... how about with no milk?"